Urban ancient fairy doctor

Ye Bufan took a look at the medicinal materials in front of him. The first thing that caught his eye was a ginseng that was as thick as a child's arm. It had a purple-red halo and was full of aura.

Not only is this wild ginseng, but it is at least more than a thousand years old. I really don’t know how the Miyamoto family found this good medicine.

There was also a Ganoderma lucidum the size of a washbasin, which was surprisingly over a thousand years old.

Although the next few medicinal materials are not as valuable as these two, they are also extremely difficult to find good medicines, such as Sacred Sun Grass, Seven Star Flower, Black Bone Grass...

In short, the pills he needs to refine the Saint Yuan Pill are all available, and they have basically been found.

"Not bad, really good."

Ye Bufan nodded with satisfaction.

It seems that I have really made a profit from my trip to the Big Dog Country. These rare medicinal materials cannot be bought with money, but also require connections, resources and time.

Miyamoto Maki said: "Since Mr. Ye is satisfied, let's start refining the medicine."

"Yes, but I must be absolutely quiet when I am refining the medicine and cannot be disturbed by others. You all should go out first. No one can come in without my permission.

Otherwise, if you fail, even if your Miyamoto family can still find these medicinal materials, it will be too late. "

"Don't worry, I'll arrange for someone to guard the door right away. No one will disturb you."

Miyamoto Maki immediately withdrew and asked people to guard Ye Bufan's door.

Although he didn't know whether what the other party said was true or false, he couldn't afford to take the risk.

You must know that the Miyamoto family also spent a lot of money and manpower to find these medicinal materials, which must not be wasted casually. Besides, Miyamoto Arashi Taichi can't wait any longer.

After going out, he quickly came to Miyamoto Kihide's room, wanting to see how Ye Bufan refined the medicine through surveillance.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the door, he saw snowflakes on the big screen on the wall. Apparently the surveillance had failed again.

The angry Miyamoto Kihide punched out, smashing the big screen to pieces.

Now it is certain that the other party has discovered its monitoring facilities and has the ability to disable those things. It is futile to continue to watch.

He looked at Miyamoto Maki: "Do you think that boy will pull any tricks?"

"Probably not." Miyamoto Maki said, "The eldest son Dongju is in our hands now. He can only be obedient and should not dare to do anything.

Besides, hasn’t the head of the family already laid a dragnet?

Except for the Qianmu family, several other major families have agreed to our request and will send holy masters over soon.

At that time, together with the ancestors of our Miyamoto family and several great martial saints, that boy will be

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Even a giant dragon cannot make waves. "

Hearing what he said, Miyamoto Kihide showed a proud look on his face. He had arranged all of this by himself, and he never expected that the other party would be able to escape.

"That's right. Let him be proud for a while. After my father is cured, I will send them and their son to see the Yamata God immediately."

The two people waited in the room for a while, and suddenly a strong aroma came, a very strong medicinal aroma.

"Why does this medicine smell so good?"

Smelling the aroma, Miyamoto Kihide's face showed a hint of joy: "It seems that the man named Ye did not lie to us. After finding so many precious medicinal materials, he really made a good medicine."

Although he didn't understand Chinese medicine, judging from the aroma, this was probably no ordinary medicinal material.

Miyamoto Maki said: "The young master is right. If you want the master to break through to the holy level, you must have some good medicine."

While the two were talking, the door opened and Ye Bufan walked out of the room.

Under the guidance of his family, he came to Miyamoto Kihide's room.

"I'm all ready, I just need to see my mother to take action."

"Okay, Ms. Changsun has arrived. Come with me."

After speaking, Miyamoto Kishu left the room first and took Ye Bufan to Miyamoto Arashi Taichi's ward.

After entering the door, I saw Miyamoto Arashi Taichi lying on the hospital bed, and sitting on the sofa next to him was a pretty woman, who turned out to be the eldest grandson Dongju.

After not seeing her for a few days, she didn't change much, except for a faint sadness between her eyebrows.

Next to her were two elders of the Miyamoto family guarding her. They were both at the level of Heavenly Perfection, which showed how much they valued their eldest grandson Dongju.

After seeing his son, he suddenly looked happy, and then turned into extremely worried: "Xiaofan, why are you here?"

She wanted to see her son, but she didn't want him to take risks for her.

"Mom, I'm here to take you home."

Ye Bufan originally wanted to walk towards Changsun Dongju, but was blocked by Miyamoto Kihide.

"Mr. Ye, according to our previous agreement, now is not the time for you to take Ms. Changsun back."

He was very aware of Ye Bufan's cultivation. If he got too close, he would probably rescue his eldest grandson Dongju directly. By then, he would not have a hostage, and he would not be able to blackmail him into treating his father.

Ye Bufan didn't say much. He looked at his mother and said, "Mom, how are you doing lately? They didn't bully you, right?"

"No, I'm fine."

Changsun Dongju nodded, but there was unconcealable worry in her expression.

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She knew where this place was, and she also knew the strength of the Miyamoto family. It would be extremely risky for her son to come here alone.

"You rest here for a while, and we'll leave after I cure them."

Ye Bufan gave his eldest grandson Dongju a confident smile, telling her not to worry, and then turned towards Miyamoto Arashi Taichi's hospital bed.

"Master Medical Immortal, can you treat my father now?"

The plan has reached the final moment, and Miyamoto Kihide is somewhat excited.

"Okay, start now."

Ye Bufan said as he took out a small black pill and brought it to Miyamoto Arashi: "Take this."

"Mr. Medical Saint, what kind of medicine is this?"

Miyamoto Kihide asked worriedly.

"Poison, should you take it or not?"

Ye Bufan looked at him with burning eyes and said.

"Well……"

Miyamoto Kihide realized that he really had no choice now, so he could only step aside and stop talking.

Ye Bufan put the pill into Miyamoto Arashi Taichi's mouth: "This pill can help you regulate the yin and yang in your body. I will give you an acupuncture right away, but it will be a little painful, so you have to endure it."

"It's okay. I'm a warrior from the Great Dog Kingdom. I can still bear a little pain. It's nothing at all."

Miyamoto Arashi said very confidently. He is a strong man in the heaven-level Dzogchen realm. How could he care about a little pain?

"That's good."

An imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of Ye Bufan's mouth, and he took out a silver needle and stabbed the other person's chest.

Miyamoto Arashi's face was originally indifferent, even a little disdainful. As a warrior from the Great Dog Kingdom, what he usually admired was the spirit of Bushido. He was not even afraid of death, so how could he care about a little pain.

Not to mention that what the other party held was just a small silver needle, even a knife without frowning.

But the moment the silver needle entered his body, his expression changed instantly, and an unprecedented pain hit his brain nerves, almost making him cry out.

"pain!"

At this moment, he had the urge to scold his mother. It hurt, it hurt so much that he couldn't find the right words to describe it.

After living for so many years, he had never felt such intense pain. He really couldn't imagine how a silver needle could cause such great pain.

However, he had just said the big words, and there were so many people watching. In order to maintain his image as a strong man, he could only grit his back molars desperately and try not to make a sound.